Downfall
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)

Chapter Four:Lucifer (Welcome to Hell, Engel)

Heero opened his eyes, blinking to refocus his vision as his eyelids felt like they had weights on them and his body protested when he tried to move. Wondering how long he was out for, and why he was sleeping in the first place, he struggled to piece together the last memories that he could remember.

Something about a sweet smell, and someone grabbing them. He shook his head, sighing; whatever had happened to him made no sense. Other than that, all he received was a headache. He touched his forehead gently, trying to ease the building tension.

Why did he have a feeling this wasn't even the tip of the iceberg?

Distantly, his trained ears picked up hushed voices drifting to him from what he could assume was the hallway behind the door of where he was located in.

He took this chance to turn his gaze to examine his surroundings. The bed that he was lying on was comfortable, like a cloud. The soft velvet of the comforter was like a calling to the much-wanted sleep he had deprived himself of. There was a fire crackling in the old stone fireplace, roaring as it heated the warm-looking room. The color sequence consisted of reds, shades of gold, black, and even some violet here and there. He saw a window, but the glass itself was a color of… black glass? Heero frowned.

He didn't recognize this room. It certainly wasn't one of Quatre's mansions—his rooms tended to be more airy and peaceful in a richer simplistic sense.

Wait a second, he thought while looking around to find himself not putting a name to the room he found himself in—knowing that it definitely wasn't in Quatre, Relena's mansion, for that matter.

First off, there seemed to be some rule in her book of decoration to not have black in the household, all-pastel and bright colors.

Second off, well… Relena seemed to think that any colors other than an airy look were too ugly. She said that black was what Goths and posers (she had even said that Duo was a poser, pretending to be the God of Death!) worshipped and wore. How people could worship a color was beyond him.

Personally, it looked to him like he was in a glorified version of Duo's room…

He froze.

Duo's face coming to his face. He bit his lower lip, swearing away the picture of his ex's face. He clenched his fists to fight off the emotion roller coaster he was riding. He felt a deep pain, as if a knife was forever imbedded in his body when he remembered what happened.

"Heero," Duo began, "I think that we should start seeing other people—"

"Are you sure that it's him?" A voice questioned, making Heero pull out from his depressed thoughts and instead listen intently to what they were talking about.

He narrowed his eyes; "We can't allow any screw-ups this time." Were these the people that had captured him?

"Yes, m'Lord. We're sure." A different person, with a lower voice this time, replied. Heero raised his eyebrow, wondering exactly what era he was stuck in. Since when did people address others in such a manner?

The door opened and Heero swung his feet over the side of the bed, body tense and his eyes narrowed into a glare as he prepared himself in a fight or flight stance, stumbling to his feet.

The person who walked into the room was more or less shocked that he was up and about obviously.

"My!" The person gasped, confirming Heero's suspicions that he had the advantage of shock and surprise. "I didn't expect for you to be up and about so soon!" The person continued, Heero noting there was a hint of disdain. The other figure in the doorway, dressed in weird black robes shrunk back at the glare the older man that had been called the 'Lord' of the household or where ever he was sent him.

"Who are you and where the hell am I?" The man laughed as if Heero had just said a joke. Wing's pilot growled, narrowing his eyes even more and sending the man his infamous death glare.

"That's just the thing!" The older man laughed, his laughter rich, reminding him of Duo's laughter. He forced all thoughts of Duo away from his mind. "Hell!"

"What?" Heero questioned, now confused.

"We're in Hell." The man replied, looking at his watch, "And my little Devil's should be catching my son right about now. I must say, that Duo is just a little Shinigami, isn't he?" The older man laughed.

He blinked when he heard a 'thud' and looked over to where the heavenly guest was, now out cold once more on the carpeted floor.

The older man, Lucifer, shook his head and let out another hearty laugh and snapped his fingers, calling for the servants to pick him up gently and put him on the bed.

"Watch over him," the man commanded as he walked over to the door, "Make sure that he doesn't get away or get hurt before my son comes here." He added mentally, 'I can't have these two get caught up in my own personal battles. They've already suffered enough for, oh what was it—a century? Two?'

A lady, long blonde hair and red rose lips smiled, bowing as she curtsied to her with the small and obviously tight fitting clothing covering her hour-glass shape, a seductive smile on her lips all the while. "Of course, my lord." There was a purr in her voice, and the look in her eyes would have sent shivers down the King of Hell's spine if he weren't immune to it already.

"Don't mess with the two of them, Temptation." The older ruler hissed, spinning on his heels to attend to business. Stalking to the door, he exited and closed the door. Somehow, he regretted putting her in charge of watching the brunette angel heir.

He sighed while at a pause in the hallway and looked at his watch; almost time for his little minion scouts to be back with news from the outside world and his son. He jumped, the quiet halls filled now his little cell phone ringing to the song "Great Balls o' Fire".

Grumbling about how small they made the portable devices now, he managed to find the sleek black object in his robes and looked at the caller ID and opened it easily with a smirk growing on his lips, "Hello?" Lucifer grinned when he heard the voice of who was calling him, "Oh, hello! What a pleasant surprise…"

"PLEASANT SURPRISE MY ASS!" A woman screeched across on the other line, "LUCIFER GIVE ME MY SON BACK THIS INSTANT!"

Lucifer couldn't help but wince at the booming voice, pulling his ear away from the mobile phone and stuck a finger in his ear, rubbing it as he glared at the idiotic device and the person on the other line.

Then, putting on his sweetest singsong voice, he cheerily replied, "Whatever to you mean, my dear winged one."

"Cut the crap, damnit!" The woman seethed, cursing the ruler of Hell and everything associated with it, "I am NOT your winged one and you know that better than anyone else!"

"I'm hurt." He pouted, "How can you accuse me of having your son before you shout at anyone else?"

The woman sighed, "Fine!" He could hear her shift on the other side, the telltale rustling of her skirts brushing against clouds filled the background silence. "Do you know where he is?"

"Why," the man couldn't help but grin, "With me of course!" He jerked the phone away just in time to hear the long, longer than long, stream of profanity slipping from the angel's mouth.

The King of Hell, the God of Death himself, and proud father of his cute little baby Duo Maxwell, wondered just WHY human's exactly thought that angels were all sugar-coated sweet. The person who thought such was seriously deluded.

TBC